The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chapter 886 - 883: The Dagger Revealed 7

"Didn’t you say that several of your classmates were craving hotpot last time? Do you want to invite them to have some?"

That’s right, Li Mingyu had indeed mentioned it many times. In theory, inviting him once wouldn’t hurt. However, Yan Xixi thought of An’an and immediately shook her head.

She didn’t want to invite Li Mingyu.

People always end up comparing others.

At this moment, she felt Wan Donglin’s goodness even more intensely—switch to any other man, perhaps she would have long been labeled a gold digger—yet, he always treated her like a princess.

She took out her phone, opened the messages again, but there was still no news.

She had never missed him so strongly, to the point where she couldn’t sleep soundly a single night.

Brother Donglin, what on earth are you doing?

This was Yan Xixi’s first time attending such a private wine reception.

When people saw her, their eyes were filled with surprise, but the guests were of high quality and everyone was very polite. However, Li Xianzhen, throughout the evening, never took his eyes off her.

He was unusually happy.

There were even a few times when he quietly attempted to hold Yan Xixi’s hand, but Yan Xixi politely kept her distance. Li Xianzhen led her around, introducing her to everyone like she was a treasure.

At this moment, Yan Xixi realized that this guy was a nephew of the famous Li Family, and being able to attend Harvard, he was naturally an outstanding representative among his peers. Clearly, the elders were very fond of him.

No wonder so many girls from outside schools in South Korea sought him out; it’s evident he’s a hot commodity in the Korean community.

He was smug and self-satisfied, his small eyes shining, implicitly and explicitly hinting several times: Yan Xixi, now you know I’m not an ordinary person, right? A bona fide second-generation rich kid.

Yan Xixi was both amused and helpless.

At that moment, someone approached holding a wine glass: "Miss Yan, do you remember me?"

She was taken aback, quickly recalling this person in her mind: "Mr. Zhou?"

Mr. Zhou smiled: "I’m Zhou Ting’s cousin. I saw you at the last gathering. But there were too many people then, you might not have noticed me."

Yan Xixi’s heart sank. She didn’t believe it was a coincidence. Clearly, the Zhou Family had been keeping an eye on her every move.

No wonder Empress Dowager wouldn’t let her return to the country.

She gave a sweet smile: "What a coincidence, to run into Mr. Zhou here."

Mr. Zhou casually glanced at Li Xianzhen beside her, his gaze very ambiguous, as if assessing this person’s identity: classmate? Boyfriend? Indeed, beautiful women cannot stay faithful.

"Miss Yan, the only time I met you, wasn’t it with Wan Donglin?"

Yan Xixi replied indifferently, "We broke up long ago."

"I’m sorry, I misspoke."

Yan Xixi smiled.

"By the way, it’s better to meet by chance than to invite. Miss Yan, I happen to have something to tell you. Zhou Ting and Huang Xiaojue are getting married. Zhou Ting called me yesterday and mentioned some friends she couldn’t reach. And here I am today, coincidentally meeting you..."

The shock in Yan Xixi’s heart was understandable—Huang Xiaojue was indeed going to marry Zhou Ting.

"Their wedding date is set. My uncle has always been low-key, only inviting family and very close friends, so it’s a small affair. Miss Yan, I’ll deliver the invitation from Zhou Ting to you tomorrow, and please make sure to grace us with your presence."

Yan Xixi hesitated slightly: "I’m afraid I won’t have time off."

Mr. Zhou was unconcerned: "It’s only a three-day trip. As far as I know, Huang Xiaojue and Miss Yan were university classmates with an extraordinary relationship. He’s getting married, and surely you’ll make a return trip, right?"

Yan Xixi internally sneered: Look, the dagger shows when the map ends. But this is South Country, not home! If I don’t go, are you going to kidnap me?

But her heart was racing, suddenly alert. Something must have happened to Wan Donglin. She wished she could fly back, even if it meant entering a dragon’s lair.

(Exhausted these past few days, eyes are very sore. Resuming ten Chapters a day starting tomorrow.)